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As for mature audiences this is meant for those with higher tolerance for gore(murders) and perversion( factors of the plot) I am giving you a level 5 red band guidance before proceeding. Read along if you dare.
I’ve got to tell you my secret before I give my past the final blow to the head. In one hand, I am holding my passport to success, on the other a gun to the head of my past. I don’t really need anything to be able to pull the trigger. Rather saying this secret would be a sacred symbolism of melting out the impeccable horrors of what bonds me to my younger self.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkrr7OlujP3
This is my final cold goodbye and I chose you to be the witness, whether you like it or not.
YEAR 2010. 8th grade in high school.
My name is Fei. Fei Stahl.
Throughout my time in that prison, I was known to be the well known kid, not the popular kind but the one who got along fine, if not, well with the majority. I prefer having a smile on my face, as what I’ve been told and complimented with, that it’s something that comes out naturally.
Generally.
I had a quite wide circle of friends. They told me on hushed whispers that there was something magnetizing on how I bring myself, on how I talk to them. To them it sounded like they were worthy of someone’s attention, special.
I merely shrugged my shoulder at all their compliments with, of course, a shallow laugh and a smile.
Sorry.
In truth, all I ever wanted was advantage.
And you couldn’t have wide choices of one without the factors, of what?, obviously people.
I dreadfully hate synthetic drama molded by people and their bored minds. It’s awfully boring talking about the latest episodes of the trending series or new movies I had no interest about. It’s draining to be with the genuinely pretentious and shallow people whose got nothing but words left to judge and also discreetly manipulative in nature.
All these factors became an undeniable thick and strong chain of detachment that binds me away from appreciation of such things.
It simply doesn’t work that way for me.
That’s how it is.
Because hatred can come from the broken. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhwDVANt2Ha
Was it? As what the beast from the movie Split said?
It was at this time that I first experienced sexual harassment.
The start of the second quarter.
Exams were done and students were happy to get rid of the clingy stress off their shoulders when Jack, the greatest walking weirdo to have walked along the corridors called me over to the library. Our library nowadays, isn’t filled with people as much as it was before due to modern advances. Majority of the large old place was left to be accompanied with nothing but stagnant air, shadows and thickening dust. It was our rendezvous. It was where he would put down his pants and jerk himself off in front of me. I was merely a spectator. A spectator of a once beautiful sculpture whose surface was beginning to chip off. Our agreement was simple. I would watch and he would do it. Then comes the payment.
Due to his family situation or condition, Jack has turned to drugs at the young age of 10. He is 2 years older than me but was still on the 8th grade. From a rich family with a doting but useless father and an aggressive cheating mother. He’s got 2 other siblings. Twin boys from his mother’s other man, their butler. Almost everything in his life is complicated. I was amazed on how he has gotten that far.
I am not gay, but I’m not sure if he is.
His sexual orientation never really surfaced as another during the times he has done his perverted show. He never tried to pull me into a relationship or showed interest in me whatsoever. He simply liked having someone to see him doing it. He was a kid who lacked attention from his parents and somehow converted into activities of masturbating in front of someone he thinks is trustworthy enough of the secret. To be honest, he was an unpredictable person. Both an odd mixture of a naïve child and an older, smart, complex and perverted 17 year old.
The loot was what I had been waiting for. The money he would give me after this unspoken ritual we both participate in. With him, as the host, and me, as the disgusted but willing audience. The money would range to 4- 8 hundred depending on his mood.
He is that rich to give it away without even a blink of an eye.
After jerking it all off there would be this spaced out look on his face. he would sit there with no emotion or even a hint of a soul on his face with his member sticking out like a raw hotdog on a stick. He would go blank then, and it was on those moment I would look at him without the mask I usually wear. The relaxing of my face muscles felt refreshing from being tightly stringed from smiling. The cold gaze wouldn't bother an empty vessel. Then slowly he would go back again and I would resume wearing my mask back. As he was zipping his pants back, I started hearing footsteps coming towards us. It was heavy and was coming nearer with it's long strides. I remember vividly how cold every nerve felt as realization hit me hard. What if it was a teacher? a student? students are worse than teachers when it comes to gossiping. They make the smallest sickness a plague. Only a few people, almost less than 20, knew this area below the stairs but I can't let my guard down. I would be seriously fucked up if it were indeed someone who would notice that we were in here. Hundred of scenarios started drumming in my head, each moving and playing together like a large domino effect. My eyes wandered back at him, he still wasn't fully himself but his zippers were already closed. I flinched so hard when we both heard the hard but quick creak of the old door. As I turned around, I came face to face with the wide eyed Orlando Sentinel. Or Orly for short. My eye looked down on the papers on his arms. From the corner of my eye Jack was looking dreamily at the man with his head turned towards him. I can tell by the way his lips departed slightly. I kept my cool and acted like I was on for just a conversation.
'What are you two doing here?' He asked coming closer towards us.
I didn't want to answer him, heck, I didn't want him to hear my voice. Orly was known to be a man with big dreams, as what bored female employees would gossip about, but with small wrinkled balls. He was awkward, doesn't know how to laundry and looked to be rickety whenever he is around bog groups of people. But he is smart coming from a family of college professors, it was just that he had lt his insecurities get past him rather than really exposing the capacity of his intellect to others, possibly even helping them.
At least, that's my own thinking about the kind of man he is.
The 36 year old man never failed to make my skin crawl.
He remained wide eyed while his eyes focused on one thing. He was staring at the dreamy Jack. Like a kid who just got into an ocean park for the first time.
He approached him with long slow strides. His back hunched forward. His thin greasy and blond hair sticking into his balding head like a dried spaghetti. He wore a magenta t-shirt, a dirty grey jacket he loves to wear for months, shiny pants and a dusty pair of black shoes. His large hand went up and reached out to the face of Jack. As he did so, I stuck closer to the nearest wall. His knuckles caressed the pale skin of his student and a haggard soft sigh came out of his mouth. I watched in silent horror as I try to swallow back the retch that was scratching on my throat. The revelation slowly unfolding in front of me was indescribable. As quickly or as unpredictably the 'magic' started, it was suddenly gone as Orly's head snapped back up at me with a new profound discovery.
I skidded, literally almost skated on the old wooden floors as I ran away from the couple.
I had never seen Jack nor did I went to the library on the following days. Never once did I think that I was going to get away from knowing the pedophile circumstances of Orly.
Then it as in the mid of October when I was asked to run an errand to the library. I froze beside that teacher as she continued to speak to the class. I must had stood there for too long when she tuned her attention back at me.
'Well? Aren't you going?' She asked noticing my silence.
'I'm not feeling so well. Can I ask someone to come with me?'
'Sure, but if you are really not feeling well I will just ask someone else.'
'I would like it better if you would call someone else.'
'Anyone would like to come with Fei to the Clinic?'
She took one look over the raised hand and without even having a second glance, she uttered the name that made everyone silent.
'Rani, can you come with him please?' The girl at the farthest back corner didn't look up right away when she was called. She first placed her pen down and then raise her pitch black eyes.
I love those eyes.
They were dead and hopelessness seeped out of its irises.
'Go along then.' she said as Rani passed by her table and went out ahead of me.
Her long thick hair fluttered against her erect shoulders as she walked. The faint smell of her perfume which floated along with the weak wind was the kind I like. It was neither strong or irritating to the nose.
'Why didn't you go by yourself.' she said in monotone.
If you weren't used to talking to her, you couldn't have possibly heard her voice for the first time. It was a good ear exercise, if ever there is one, to listen to her speak because it was so soft like a whisper making your ears adjust greatly to it.
I didn't reply and continued to walk beside her.
'Are you really feeling sick.' she said again in another monotone. She was always like that.
'You think I'm not capable of getting sick?'
'Demons like you cause sickness, not the other way around.'
'Oh?' I said, losing my interest on the conversation. It was always better talking or hanging out with her. There was never too much or less on almost anything with her. Well. according to my own level of preference.
And just like that we walked to the clinic in silence. Taking routes with less classrooms as much as possible.
'I'll be out for a few minutes. Gonna buy some lunch for my daughter outside. Can you stay in here and behave?' The nurse said as she turned to grab the doorknob on her way out.
'Of course. You think I would do some acrobatics in this match box of a clinic?!' I said sarcastically. We both heard her laughter before the door closed shut. I stared at the door for minutes.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN2eb5ogocC
She sat on the side of the bed. Her head bowed down. Her long hair shielding her face from my view. Her shallow skin protruding out from her sleeves.
'Come here.' I commanded after pulling the cubicle curtains close. I cupped her chin with my thumb and pointing finger then pulled it closer to my mouth. She was calm but her eyes dug themselves into my lips. She leaned in closer to me, putting her hands in between my upper body. Our lips touched, hers cold but soft. The texture making me shiver and pulled her closer, inserting my right hand inside her blouse-
....
'Here.' I took out some bills from my breast pocket and handed it to her. She looked at it then at me for a few minutes before her first expression of the day bloomed on her face. Her face contorted in worry.
'Look, Fei. I don't want this. It's your money. I can't accept any more of this.' She said
'No. You have to. You haven't been eating for days. Damn, I don't know how many meals you have already missed.'
'Fei...'
'Take it. Please. I can't bare to look at you this way.'
'But your parent's-
'It's not your problem. Don't think about it. I worked for it. I promise.'
She searched my eyes for any lie and found nothing.
Sorry.
....
I heard the door opened and the pit patter of footsteps entered the room. I shifted to the other side and covered half of my face with a blanket. The nurse flung the curtain open only to look at my back.
'Did that girl already go?' She asked softly more of to herself, she was unsure if I was asleep or not.
'Yeah, she did.' my voice sounded hoarse in my ears.
Perfect.
'I've never seen her before. She must be new, and pretty. Is she your girlfriend?'
I managed to turn my head a bit, peaking at her with only one eye visible. I smiled.
'No, unfortunately.'
When the bell rang for lunch I signed out of the clinic and went back to the classroom to get my wallet. When I returned, my bag was slightly off its original position under my table. I shook the thought away thinking the table must have been moved. I took out my bag and opened it when a foreign journal popped out. Its cover was leather and little colorful papers were sticking out of it's pages.
Someone had placed this inside.
I was about to open it when one of my friends called outside. I quickly withdrew the journal back inside and tucked my light weight wallet in my back pocket. I looked at my bag with suspicion before running outside.
At home I waited until dinner was done and everyone went to sleep. I locked my door and turned off the lights leaving only the study lamp on on top of my table. I took a seat and rummaged my bag on the floor, taking out the journal.
It shone against the light. It looked new but used.
Why the fuck did he give me this and what would be this journal be?
As I opened the first page, a thin red ribbon dangled out, at the end of it was a tuny bell. My face contorted in as I continued to skim through the contents.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5e2HcxkPtD
The first few pages were empty. The one marked with a tiny number one at the central bottom had a well written calligraphy title.
The Chronicles of My Treasured One
The next page was pasted with grainy pictures of two students. My eyes went wide as I realized who they were.
It was Jack and I.
In our 6th grade graduation pictures.
Just where the hell-
Jack, wearing a private school uniform, with the blazers and all that, was forming a handsome smile. His hair well kept and his lips a bit too pink and shiny from the last minute make-up. He obviously looked young and innocent. The word innocent made a thought flash through my mind.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTLJePyQeBQ
I wonder when it started.
The disgusting geezer pasted the two pictures side by side. With mind a bit crumpled like a used newspaper. The paper he used to print it in was of bad quality. Sandy in texture and thin, nearly thin like a boiled egg's membrane. It made the picture more grainy. Jack's was meticulously designed with a thin strip of glitter glue for borders.
The next page was filled with more pictures and post it's of varying type stuck beside them. Little notes were written in them. Describing and capturing the 'important' tiny details of the photos. it was almost like a dirty but artistic sketchbook of the damned.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyRHWH1t32z
The handwriting on most notes were a bit shaky, probably written on a rough surface.
Appalled, my hands scanned through the remaining pages. All had the same content. All had nearly the same angle.
The last page contained a heavier message.
Go to the old building's canteen. In the kitchen.
I'll wait for you.
If you don't, think about it.
You have 3 days.
It was in the late autumn when the third day dawned on me. It was a weekend and my parents were away for a short business trip. Trips often comes by to both of them nowadays. I told Crysilda, my younger sister, that I would be away. I didn't know when I'll come back.
'I'll call you when something comes up. You know what to do in the house if you're alone, don't you?'
'Yes! for the last time I'm not an elementary kid anymore.'
I took the path behind the school when the wire fence was severely rusted by time and neglected. It was easy to find a hole in it, the late comers often use this path. I've tried it once. It was like you were never late in the first place. Anyway, I took the old path and walked behind a set of old pine trees just beside one of the tennis courts. I turned to my left where the exit door of the old building was. It was already open by the time I arrived. For security purposes my phone was actively tracked in my laptop at home. I went inside the dark building. Its translucent windows casting a powdery glow over the dark corridors and walls. It wasn't that dark to miss moving shadows so when I did see one, I silently followed it and it led to a hall where the last room was lit with light.
'Here you are.' a voice said at my left. Orly was sitting in a corner where the shadows consumed his presence. 'I thought you wouldn't come. My fingers were starting to pick the keys.' On his lap was a laptop and a usb stuck at it's side.
'Orly,'
He stood up from his seat and placed the device on top of it. He passed by me and clicked a switch. Another ray of light focused on the other side of the room. There was a metal table of it and the unconscious body of Jack. His lower body naked. A rubber tube was poking out of his arm. It was connected to a dextrose looking contained raised up from the table, only it didn't contain a transparent liquid. Its color was yellow, like urine.
I took a step back.
'Don't worry about it. He's just sleeping.'
'What the fuck did you do? What the FUCK!'
'You scream. No one really hears. Didn't you listen to the news earlier? snow will be falling down hard tonight. It might be even earlier. People would surely come home or be stuck somewhere warm. Well, you should too. Soon.'
I wanted to run away so badly, yet the image of Jack haunted my consciousness. SHIT.
Orly seemed to be finding my condition amusing as a disgusting grin was dancing on his face. His eyes wild with excitement. He moved closer to me but I didn't let the distance decrease between him and I. He moved around me in circles like a predator does to its prey. My hands were outstretched to punch him but the unpredictable force of fear chained my limbs stiff. I was trembling but not enough to be obvious. My stomach was churning. I want to punch his face so bad. But the syringe was grinning razors at me on his left hand. He suddenly lunge at me and I my feet slipped from the cold tile. I fell on my bottom with a thud. He cackled.
'Get on with it.' He said, all humor suddenly gone.
Strong and harsh pain exploded on my head, followed by my shoulders, right side and back. My eyes shut close.
'No. Don't. Pull that one leg to the right. Yes. Yes! All right. Now raise his hips a bit higher.'
I heard the bastards voice hollering. It might just be my injured head, but God the pain of the sound. Thumping on my brain. I tried to open my eyed and found out that they were heavy as a rock. I could barely open it but was enough to see what was going on around. There were lights everywhere. Bright lights and wide saucers bordering them. Orly was holding something on his hand. A camera. And he was pointing it at me. I tried to speak but no sound came from my mouth. Not only did I not have any control nor feeling over my mouth but it also my whole body. I was screaming inside. But all that came out was a heavy sleepy moan.
'Oh, he's awake.' Orly said.
Just who is he talking to?
Then I felt it. Hard. Tearing flesh as it entered my body. I flinched. It was painful. Disgusting. Shameful. I closed my eyes tight. My tongue feeling heavy and numb. Another moan came out of my throat. My body thrust forward and backward. I kept screaming inside. My moans now becoming gurgles. Saliva dripped from my open mouth. Tears and snot covered my face.
Flash after flash his camera clicked on me. Flash after flash the movement became faster. Flash after flash I felt something dripping in between my legs. Flash after flash I wished it would end.
It was my turn to be sprawled on top of the metal table. Like a meat ready to cut in pieces. I could see the rubber tube tracing it to my arm with its needle ends poking out of my arm. The valve or something was loosened, making the dripping faster. Making my fingers and arm grew a bit larger. I felt like a corpse with no control over his body. The coldness of the metal seeped through my exposed skin. But it didn't bother me as much anymore.
Orly stood at my side, hovering like a large disgusting fly. I closed my eyes from the nightmare I was seeing and let the tears flow.
I can back home early morning the next day. I was limping and fell to my knees several times on the way back home with the blaring snow ahead. I hitched a ride and ignored the curious looks the female driver was giving me. The garage was still empty and Crysilda's curtains were drawn close. I went inside the house silently, closed the door and fell dead asleep on the bed.
And that was the last proper sleep I had for the past 4 months. Orly didn't come near me anymore and Jack remained his weirdo self. He acted like there was nothing wrong, and he did it very well. But I can sense his unease whenever he felt and knew I was near. Everything was tense. I couldn't tell anyone about it. Not the teachers, not the principal, not the police and especially my parents. Orly has the greatest advantage between the two of us. I could lose my chances of a better future in this school. I could loose work opportunities if the real story would come out, my life would be practically be fucked up. And my parents.... I pulled my hair hard in frustration as I thought about it. I could only blame myself. I could only blame my fucking self.
Moreover, Orly can't stop himself from sending reminders of his doing to me week after week.
I was tired all the time. I couldn't sleep so how could I? I didn't have the appetite so I lost some weight. My parents noticed the details but gave little care, fortunately. I didn't want to add to their worries. Crysilda was busy preparing for a major entrance examination in an exclusive school. She got a scholarship in there apparently. I was thankful, that I could at least see some hope and pure happiness from my sister as I dug myself my own grave day after day. Rani was the only one I could be with. She understood. Every though I told her nothing. She knew how to comfort me even though the effects are merely short and fleeting. The distance I had been creating between my old friends grew wider. And by the time tension blew up from our friendship, I have had enough. They didn't know what the fuck was going on. I was suffering here but all they cared was how I wasn't hanging out with them anymore. Why I wasn't buying them free stuffs anymore. Why I wasn't my self anymore.
I didn't come to school for 2 weeks. They kept calling, worried that I might have been too hurt or the kind of shit those bitches thinks. I could only blame myself. Oh, I blame myself all right and the mess I've made. But it's also his fault. It's also Jacks fault, isn't it? He was with him from the start. He made me do it, he payed me. It was only natural right? I needed money.
I needed Rani to live!
Rani was an orphan who lived with the sister of the former head nun of the orphanage she came from. The sister wasn't as great as the nun, though. She kept her like a maid in her house. She too couldn't feed another mouth like Rani as she already had 7 young children to feed and a lazy bastard of a husband.
I planned my move. If I couldn't find any solutions for this, then I shall make one. Piece of cake.
I'll kill that son of a bitch.
I started collecting pictures of naked male students. Sneaking like a rat every time the shower room was used. I wasn't on my right mind anymore. I was desperate. I wanted to kill him so bad. But I needed my plan to work. My collection of pictures piled one after another in my heavily secured laptop. When my parents took another business trip away and my sister gone for school I went down to my father's office and used his printer. I changed all the ink cases with the new ones I bought. I plugged in my laptop, placed the picture papers, and started printing all the images collage in page after. page. When I was done, I changed everything back to normal and placed the empty ink cases in a plastic. I took one last look at the printer, on the floor and on the tables, making sure not one page has flown or what somewhere else. When I was sure, I went back to my room.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUtLE8V7Td3
Week after week, I inserted white letter envelopes under his office filled with the pictures I had just taken. All the while I was living like on top of thin ice. Doing everyday activities on top of thin ice. What if he found out that is was you? What if he gets provoked and instead send those back to the principal? He's smart he couldn't possibly not trace those stuff back to you right? 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVpcLnTTDLW
But what if he doesn't.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyIAEAtb0St
The last week of the month and I ran out of pictures. The last batch was inside my school bag. I clung to it like a druggie to his drugs, they were my drugs for salvation and ticket to hell. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOCRuA9YDON
Rani out of random, walked towards me. She stood at my side. Her action made everyone look at us with hushed conversations. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc94G1WaXrg
'What?' I asked. I could feel my eye bags tightening as my eyes looked up at her. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHFpqtDQvLM
'Let's go home together.' she said without making a sound. She had mouthed her words.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbFnG18lREI
I sighed and nodded. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpsaZw0oLY
The classroom quickly emptied out when the bell rang. Everyone shuffled to the corridors to get out of school. She stayed behind, feeling nothing of the urge to get out as quick as possible the others could and did. She remained on her seat. Reading, a black novel. She was like a mannequin except for when she flips the pages of her book. I stood up after an half an hour of writing, doing an easy homework earlier, and placed my things inside my bag. She closed her book and got her bag. But before she got near me, one of my friends passed by, noticing us both. He was wearing his soccer team uniform and was drenched in sweat. He skipped as he went inside, wide eyed. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2qJJXFNRt
'Yo.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgjTosXVydF
'Sup.'548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcK8Jgbnnj
'Won't go home yet?' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQSYZjrouTG
'I already am. See ya.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHs1Y6rsUU
I went ahead of her and scratched my right ear. I turned to the right and waited for her in one of the lunch tables. She came back later. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3wmU1Sz3p
'What took you so long?' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31RNW5VhcN
'Nothing.' she said, avoiding eye contact. She locked her left hand over her right wrists. Her fingers digging into the scar that etched itself in there.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXg26yhBMv9
I grabbed her hand.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxs0nFoR3cH
'Stop it.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSo1vks1Uq3
She bowed her head.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVjB1rn9LYs
'It's really nothing.'548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCeqAFTS5bF
'Did he do something to you? Did he say something? Are you hurt? Tell me.' I grabbed both of her shoulders and shook them a bit. She snapped her head up at me. Her eyes wild and shaking. They couldn't seem to focus on one thing.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpPYYNdXAi4
Then she took out a white envelope from inside her blazer.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdfE9LfIXyW
I took a step back.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRZfnsID08I
'Rani, I- it's not what you think.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsWHaionAvS
She continued to stare at me disbelievingly. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡufzUP59TMi
'Where did you get it.' I asked. my voice low. I was getting angry. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHIXXv1Tqir
Out of all times!!548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbRzDt79LI
'I'll help you.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRm2NVTw2S7
Wha-548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxmZpLE3Fj
'I'll help you, whatever it is that has been breaking you. I- I'll help you.'548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyS2Y455PHD
'I knew it was you.' Orly said. His voice amused. He was wearing the same grey jacket he never seems to clean. But when Rani stepped out of the shadows, his smile faltered. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrGmt61P6KC
'You.' he said, accusingly. His amusement now gone. One thing I learned from him was that, he had this serious heavy fling of one emotion to the next. Like gone in a snap of a finger. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpjKi7EZRVf
Rani stood in front of him, unfazed. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX7lVsPS8XA
'Aren't you glad to see me again, Orly.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWZez2NXyYs
'You.' He said again, bellowing. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0py9oXQ6t
'Did you enjoy my gifts? I bet you squeezed your dick thin from the number of it. Well, did you?' Rani said loudly. I was surprised at how that tiny frame of her body could produce such a loud sound that I had never heard before. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvvmbNlfxX1
'Bitch.' Orly suddenly grinned. 'Did you really get an abo-' I couldn't hear what he was about to say when Rani suddenly kicked the chair towards Orly. He barely dodged it, based from a thin indoor type of body he has. He shivered as the chair toppled away. He turned his attention back to Rani when she threw all the pictures on his face, blocking his view. Using her hand she slammed her spread fingers into Orly's face and dragged him down to the ground. There was a heavy thud of flesh as it made impact. In awe, I closed my mouth before running silently across his head. She was on top of him. A knee on top of his chest. He was surprisingly quick to recover as he started punching Rani on her right side while the other hand tried to pry her hand away. I ran faster. Adrenaline filling my nerves. My senses sharpened. Orly grabbed Rani's hair and pulled them again and again. Rani screamed. I frantically looked for something, a rock large enough came into view. But it was too far. I didn't want to take my chances of letting him get away. I pulled the small cutter out from my socks and slashed him quick on the neck. His pulling stopped. Both of his hands went for his throat. He looked up at me. His eyes wide, helplessly. Rani and I were breathing heavily. Our eyes hooded with hidden content and apathetic to the dying man before our feet. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JLzBrQhB2
He wasn't even dead yet before Rani spoke.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVCisq5CpI
'What-What should we do next? The body,' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtK0wGcFgXd
'We'll burn it.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxg1wjY6JJr
'Where?' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYxvmovUhf
'We cut it, then we burn it.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7fBR1YaF3B
'But we'll leave evidences everywhere.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLLxlvJrTYn
'That's why we just need to bury them afterwards. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZCgWBMNUD
Them?548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvenjKRm58G
Rani's eyed widened when she finally understood what I meant.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXNeprY4crB
'I'm not cutting.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNC5X8tPVZU
'Never told you to.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDRsBA8X0g9
There was nothing but our heavy breathing and Orly's gurgling sound of death.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XZop7qN6x
We were in the forest a bit further from the old fence at the back of our school. It was lucky enough that he didn't bled much on the floor and it only took 15 wipes of the mop to clean it up. Rani had taken care of it perfectly. I dragged his body up into the forest. The uneven path adding up to the challenge of carrying a bag and a heavy dying body. There's a difference from being dead to dying. I later learned. And the travel in there felt like I was submerged under the cold waters of that thin ice I had been trapped into for the past months. But I learned to let myself go. I wasn't anxious. I was more alert about the surroundings. No nearby roads for pesky witnesses. Wild animals come by here every now and then for a rough or rouge snack. It would be perfect. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrQwgDBbjnM
I came back later when the sun was nearly rising. Rani was crouched beside the opening of the old rusty fence. Cold and hungry. Traumatized and tired. I can't blame her. I took out the extra clothes I've taken with me and shared some of it with her. Those smeared with blood was placed inside a plastic bag. We threw them in one hot smoking metal barrel under the bridge where the slums were. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlm1mau91k5
We went back to my home. Tired as hell, but a bit relieved. I had just won over my demons. I killed the demons. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjUzugpJZZ
I'll worry about the others later.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKZu0vLSm6o
And that was the first time I had slept properly in months.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPXouRd0xyY
The next morning, I woke up from the singing of my mother in the kitchen. My sister watching TV and my father washing the car. It felt like an ordinary day. Except that a warm living and breathing body shifted beside me. I smirked as I remembered who it was. When I flung the blanket away from her Orly's bloody corpse lunged at me. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaThBT2eIgL
'FEI! FEI!' I heard Rani's voice near my ear. She was shaking my body with such ferocity.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlUoIgI34Th
'Hmm..' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHoeThctomO
'You were having a nightmare.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXLQzifVrwM
I looked around me, the windows remained dark. 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq2QHkAxtRK
'What time is it?' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7vz3FOF4J
'It's 6 in the morning.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNwqO1HrmIv
'How long was I out?' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7SH8NoH78y
'For about 3 hours?'548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSFTRYVhUeG
'Rani, let us get some sleep. We got work tomorrow.' 548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzYOQ6Kpr3S
I felt her fist on my head. That woke me up.548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Xrc0sf98N
'You mean later. Come on, let us get some breakfast. We need to get your sister in the airport this lunch.'548Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2qg3klGzqJ
